Traveling Through Tunnels Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Staccatoly stationed in the syncopation of measures
of rhythm, taking my being totally into the center
of a musical universe.

Sololy feeling and touching within my soul, giving
an intense light and brilliance of wisdom shining
from an interior dimension.

Showing the world, beauty of it's total truth, nothing
to mar it's tantamount essence as it floats constantly
on surfaces containing an essence of intellect.

Judging measures of time as it travels through tunnels
of an everlasting rhythm, traveling at break-neck speeds
into adventures of life and beyond.

Lolling about in forests of imagination, listening to
nature romp and play with melodies of life-changing acts.

Altering them to suit pleasures of an inner spirituality,
challenging sonatas of the past, racing against them.

The essence of time, penetrating all barriers of sound
as they race to the finish line.